Noel tightened the strap on his dimensional pouch, now filled with everything he needed—clothes, essentials, every item he might require. There was nothing left to pack.
'Looks like my vacation's over,' he thought, stepping back to glance at the tidy room one last time. 'Well, it was nice while it lasted. Time to focus on my favorite quest: "save the world."'
He ran a hand through his hair, lips curling into a faint smirk.
'Act IV... That's where we are now. I still have no clue what the second major event is supposed to be in this act, but whatever it is... I've got a bad feeling about it.'
Just as he was about to open the door, a knock came. Gareth Wren, the ever-proper dorm supervisor, appeared in the hallway, slightly out of breath.
"Oh, Noel, good thing you haven't left yet," he said, holding out a sealed envelope. "A letter just arrived for you."
"A letter? For me?"
Gareth nodded. "Yeah. Here, take it. You don't have much time—Class S is heading to the port shortly."
